Dancing with Angels

The Earthkeeper rites were divine! Before, I thought this rite was all about the animals and trees, about a being caretaker of the earth in a humble and sacred way, in fact this rite was to awaken the sacred within us, We join to the lineage of Angels, or we remember who we really are, Angels. 

We first went on a journey...Stepping first into Daykeeper mode, we journeyed to the great plains and the sacred places, I found myself in Stonehenge walking through the huge stones, a light shone in my eyes and I found myself walking up a mountain stream, as I got to the top of the mountain I stepped into Wisdomkeeper mode, and called the presence of the Earthkeepers, as I held my arms up to heaven I saw angels all around me…lights of every colour emanated from them, gold, violet, magenta, I felt myself lift off the ground up into the star filled sky...higher and higher I went until I looked back and saw our beautiful planet floating quietly through space….I looked around and saw all around me were more angels, wings out and arms open as if holding each one of us, all around the globe were angels, thousands of them all looking at the earth in the same position.  I opened up my arms and stood in space with them, just holding sacred space.  It felt beautiful. No other words can express it, pure beauty.  After I came back down to earth we received the rites.  I felt like I had been given my wings, now I can really fly!  I sensed the eagle within me raring to go.  As I was receiving this rite I received images of great luminous beings cradling the earth, but not only the earth, even bigger ones were holding the galaxy and some were holding the entire universe! I experienced universal love, I had read about "universal love" in esoteric books, but reading and experiencing it are two very different things! 

What I got from the rites was that we are all taken care of, we have nothing to fear, and no reason to worry about the future or the past, we are definitely not alone! There is and always has been someone by your side, and there always will be a guiding angel watching out for you and holding everything that you are. 

Having this rite has left me feeling that I have a great responsibility to life, one where I need courage and integrity. Something I will be asking for when I journey up the mountain to speak to Great Spirit.

Celebrating the Divine Masculine

We spent a lot of time talking and thinking, synaptic pathways were firing in my brain in all directions, we spoke of the Mayan prophecies, I wasn’t very interested in the Mayan calendar before now, but I am fascinated by it! It compels me to look to it for inspiration for my day, even now I have a Mayan Calendar App for my Iphone!  This truly is the day of the Wisdomkeepers!

During the discussion I felt energy pouring through me, I felt like I was being informed from a higher source, it was so strange, I was listening to the talk all about the calendar, but at the same time I felt more information was actually given to me than was being said, I actually felt that I was thinking multidimensionally, I was thinking about the universe, the human body, physics, spirituality, chemistry, prophecies and the Mayan calendar all at the same time! I am still in the process of mulching this information down, to be honest most of it has disappeared into the recesses of my mind….Hidden in the Upperworld I expect?

What I took from the discussions was that the calendar is not a calendar of linear time as we know it, though it does mark events in our past present and future.  It is a map of the evolution of consciousness.  From where we have been to where  we are going, time is more of a spiral, events come around again and yet are the same event, we are currently fighting in the Iraq war, this war is the same war of the first and second world war, the same war as all other wars going on in different times and places in history, there was only ever one war, repeated over and over in our consciousness; and therefore what we see and believe we become conscious of, and whatever we are conscious of becomes reality.

There are nine evolutionary steps in our consciousness, these steps are called the Xibalba, they are levels of consciousness, the American Indigenous call them the galactic underworlds..The first one started before the big bang…..We are about to enter into the last Xibalba on the 9th of March 2011, this level is the shortest; it ends on the 28^th of October 2011. The end of time as we know it. As we know it. Not the end of time, humanity and a total global extinction of our species, full stop.. we are about to enter it to the ninth and we are due our ninth polar shift.. Interesting…like babies in a womb our souls is being gestated ready to be born into the real world of light.

The Wisdomkeeper rite was very peaceful.  We journeyed to a mountain top, where I saw a wise old man sitting by a fire; his eyes were like liquid fire and ice. Altonesayoc, this rite joins us to the lineage of the Wisdomkeepers, Daykeepers who have stepped outside of time and have risen to such a level of enlightenment that they are no longer tied to the laws of death or time.

The sensation I felt during this rite was very peaceful and calm, so quiet.  I felt alone, like this journey I am on is full of people, loved ones, friends old and new, yet ultimately this is a solitary path.

After all the talk of the Mayan calendars and the thought rushing around my head, I felt like I had peace of mind, and I was with holding this information, Information I did not really know my self, I held it until the time was right to share it. Later on that evening we went on a journey, like no other.

The Cave..My Re-Birth

One evening we were to visit a cave.

We were told that there would be gatekeepers there and payment for entrance will be a candle from each of us.  Dressed up in my waterproofs and wellies we walked a long quiet and dark walk to the cave.  Outside the cave stood two witchy looking characters, feeling a little apprehensive but full of joy and humour we stood outside...we were about to enter into the womb/tomb of the goddess, under the hill of the ancient Torr was the entrance to the underworld, many had been seen entering into this domain.  As we enter into this place we leave who we think we are behind, we die to this world, and once we come out, we will be reborn into a new life.

Looking back I wish I said goodbye to the world I used to know.

We gave our gifts to the strangers stood outside and entered the cave.

Hearne’s alter was on the right, marking the doorway to the underworld, Bree’s alter was on the left, a huge dark circular pool was in the centre with a backdrop of pure blackness, to the left at the back was a deep pool of inky water, bone crushingly cold. This was the alter to the Black Madonna.  

Mesmerised by the beauty and darkness of the place, I heard the gentle singing of “amazing grace” filling the silence...I felt drawn the see the alter of Hearne, candles, animal skulls and dried flowers covered with the dust of prayers littered a stone slab, and a beautiful portrait of Hearne himself stood proudly above it. The doorway to the underworld had been carefully chalked into the side of the cave wall, I sat down in front of the alter on a tiny wooden log, and prayed to him, after a few moment I noticed a tear fall down my cheek, I was shocked as I didn't feel sad or overcome, then suddenly more tears started to flow, I wiped them away confused and  embarrassed, then like a flood gate my emotions poured out so fast I couldn’t control them, quietly sobbing my eyes out, I felt that all these tears were everybody’s tears, everyone who had ever felt alone, anyone who had ever felt unloved, anyone who suffered loss, I was crying their tears, the tears of the Mother....then memories from my past came out, old stories, old faces, I felt genuine sorrow for all the times I wished harm to another, and all the times I wished harm against myself. Like a garden of black weeds, I felt every one had been pulled out in the presence of the Lord of the underworld. I prayed and sobbed, and told of my sorrow.

I walked towards the singing, and saw all of my friends undressing! Uh oh! Now what! We sang together while individually people went into the pool of the Black Madonna, to be baptised into the new world.  I thought, “Absolutely no, no way! It’s freezing!” I saw people getting fully naked! I thought "gosh, so proud of them..but No No No!! Not for me!.....why are my legs burning so much?....Wow, I'm so hot!”

 “Ok, I will go in, but only up to my ankles” I took my waterproofs off, raincoat, wellies, socks, and I got in up to my thighs! But once I was in I wished I went in further, the water that could crack bone suddenly felt like a hot bath! I felt a deep warmth, that lasted for days.

We all sat around the large pool, singing songs about the prayers our ancestor made for us, at that time my Aunty was very ill, we were all to shout out a name of a relation to sing about, I wanted to say “My Aunty!” but my voice was locked, but in between singing and sobbing someone said it for me...After we sang we toned...we picked a tone and we sang it....I tried as hard as I could to keep it up and for the best part of it, I did.  This was when the rites of the Kawak started to awaken, my vision became a little cloudy, the water started to move and vibrate, as if snakes were swiming around in it, I sensed other beings around us, I felt the presence of ancient souls walking towards the gateway to the underworld, I tried to see them but they were just outside my vision, but I could almost see them in the reflection of the water, as we toned I felt that we raised our vibrations to such a level if anyone was to walk in to the cave off the street, we would not be seen.  As we went higher the souls seemed to notice us, and they started to gather around us, they lifted their heads towards the sky and sang with us, but this is not the most amazing thing... I could hear them too...angels singing with us! more tears!!

I looked at everyone around me and I could not see them properly, as I stared at the people standing next to me all I could see was their energy, a silhouette of coiling pulsating energy.....at the back of the pool in the darkness seemed to move, images floated past in the waters.....then I actually saw orbs, thousands of them, like snow floating around, like the orbs you see in digital photos....I looked to see our teacher, and all I could see was a whirlwind of energy, a mass of static electricity.....”Am I in the Matrix?!”

I felt the energy fall, to what was normal for Glastonbury, my emotions were controlled, and we walked around the cave, I felt drawn to the chapel of Bree, in front of the portrait of her with full fire in her belly, I sat and prayed to her that she filled me with her flame, that I too carried the flame within my belly.

As we left the cave we sang “Welcome” to each other.....I left feeling “Wow! Look at this wonderful new world! Where am I!?” I was so excited to be out into this world, I felt renewed...I felt re born.

Awakening the Divine Feminine

After a very deep sleep my second day started at seven in the morning for breathing exercises, I am not talking about gentle breathing in and out, we are talking jet powered celestial rapid breathing! At that time in the morning I can barely open my eyes let alone breathe fire! They should re name it dragon breathing! As difficult as it was, the following few days became a lot easier until it became natural.  It links us to the earth, the mountains, the sun, heaven and the stars, what a beautiful way to wake up!

This day was all about the divine feminine.  We had a wonderful visit to Europe’s only temple of the goddess, a beautiful temple in the centre of Glastonbury town, many tears were shed here, a very quiet, moving and beautiful place, I dedicated my life to the service of the divine mother, here, in front of this beautiful altar.

I was looking forward to the Daykeepers rite the most, The Pampamesoyoc, we were to join to the lineage of healers and alter builders, keepers of the sacred places, they were the first “Ones who serve the Mother” erecting stone circles all over the world in her honour.

They are the doorways and the gatekeepers of the otherworlds, joining with them means we are now a part of this, we can step into the spirit of Daykeeper when we want, and hold sacred space...or hold space in the sacred…..we can call spirit to us. All the places I have dreamed of, Stonehenge, Giza, Machu Picchu all these alters are what the Daykeepers built, (and yes, now being a part of this lineage, I suppose I helped create them too!)  When I received the rites of the Daykeepers, I felt a familiar sense of being around old friends and family members, I sensed a whole troop of beautiful people, men and woman of all kinds, healers, shamans, witch doctors, medicine men and woman of all nationalities and races.  It felt friendly, welcoming, I felt like celebrating and singing!  Joy! Joy! Joy!

Time and space is very illusive in Glastonbury, so some of my memories my not have happened in the timeframe I remember them, but stepping outside of time means ignoring normal timeframes, It’s an odd sensation, like living in a dream world where the unusual and the abnormal are the usual and the normal.

Later on that day we crept deep into a dark womb like chapel deep under the house we were staying at, we stopped at the top of the stairs waiting to go down, and you could almost see a skin like surface, like the skin on top of water, stepping down on to the steps was like putting your foot into a cool pool of water, as I got further down I felt the need to hold my breath as if I actually was going underwater! The small room was beautiful, sheep skin rugs littered the floor and small wooden benches surrounded us. There was a small stone alter in the centre of the room with a humble wooden cross on top of it, a tiny window near the ceiling looked out onto the floor of the gardens.  Here we journeyed to the underworld to heal the wounded feminine and reclaim her unwounded self back into our lives, healed and whole, and full of grace.  There I found a small girl, dirty cheeks and scruffy hair with big beautiful brown eyes looking up at me, as soon as she saw me she jumped up and flung her arms around me as if she knew me, I held her and told her I was her to bring her home, I got a sense that she witnessed some great terror; abuse, rape, tourcher, fire...so many screams.....she fled before something happened to her.  She was so happy, playing with anything she found on the floor, she looked at the world with wonder and awe as if seeing it for the first time, though I knew she was far older than the mountains. She brought with her a small Raggedy Ann doll with a feather tucked into its belt at the back, and a large white owl flew with us. I do not know what the doll was for or what it represented, but I know she is happy playing with it still.

2011 and the last Xibalba

This year is going to be an interesting one, in March this year we enter into the last of the galactic underworlds...the Xibalba...The consciousness of unity.....Unity consciousness.....This is the last level of time as we know it and the last level of human consciousness as we know it, time will speed up dramatically, 13 x 18 days, changes are going to come more, and more often, in October 28th this year this level of unity consciousness will come to an end, the last platform from which we will jump off into the unknown! Time as we know it will end.
This is the time to be who we are supposed to be, to shine our truth, share our love, light and beauty, a time neither to be afraid nor to take life personally.


A Hopi elder from Oraibi in Arizona national park, has spoken about these coming times;
“You have been telling the people that it is the 11^th hour, now you must go back and tell the people that this is the hour.
There are many things to be considered, where are you living? What are you doing? What are your relationships? Are you in right relation? Where is your water?
Know your garden.
It is time to speak your truth, create your community, be good to each other, and do not look outside yourself for the leader.
This could be a good time!
There is a river flowing now very fast......
It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.
They will try to hold onto the shore.
They will feel they are being torn apart, and will suffer greatly.
Know the river has its own destination.
The elders say; we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open & our heads above water.
And I say, see who is in the water with you and celebrate!
At this time in history we are to take nothing personally, least of all, ourselves, for the moment we do, our spiritual growth & journey comes to a halt.
The time of the lone wolf is over, gather yourselves!
Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary.
All that we do now must be done in a sacred manor & in celebration.
For, we are the ones we’ve been waiting for”

The prophecies say there will be earthquakes, floods, chaos and turmoil, and people will be scared, they will question what is going on?  At this time we need to connect to our earth, think of her and all that we are doing and thinking, what you believe will come true, so be careful.  Stay centred and do not be concerned with the dramas of life.  We have been through nine polar shifts, but never before with this amount of people.  We are about to enter into the last of the Xibalba, the galactic underworlds, this will be the ninth, just like a baby gestating within a womb for nine month our souls are about to be born into the world of light. 

We are all in this river flowing fast, we need to push off from the shore, and keep our heads above water.  Those that are holding onto the shore, fearing the future, are holding onto their comfort zones, not willing to change, they will get swept away unless they learn to trust life and go with the flow. Those holding onto their stories and carrying their baggage around with them will sink down until they learn to them go.  Those swimming against the current will weaken, always hiding in the past, giving their energy away to others, the past, their ancestors, they will suffer unless they let go of the past and embrace their becoming.

Trust your heart and you instincts, and embrace your destiny, be who you are supposed to be, we are the ones we have been waiting for...

Starting my journey

I started my journey of the munay Ki in the weird and wonderful town of Glastonbury, in a beautiful home of the Abbey ruins.  Already as I walked through the gates there was a different feel to the place, it was to become my home and sanctuary for six mesmerising days.  The first day, after we spoke of why we turned up, we discussed for hours the journeys of life and the journey we are all embarking on.  What interested me most was the story of the Earthkeepers, the Daykeepers and the Wisdomkeepers, ancient people, our ancestors! I love it when myth and science or history come together, I recently watched a documentary about the Clovis people who are, what scientist have named them, the first people to cross from Europe to America, the Inca call them the Laika, the medicine men and women, who practised their herbal and energetic medicine for thousands of years.  You can see the journey they made, all over the world are stone circles erected to the divine feminine and great stone pyramids for the divine masculine, so amazing to hear the story of the Laika, and link it with history.  I feel I know these people, we are these people, “we are the ones we are waiting for” I hear our teacher say… we were those people, we are the reincarnations of them, beautiful.

My first rite was the Hampe rite, to start the journey.  In front of a beautiful alter we chose our own little bag containing a small round stone with a hole in its centre, a Pi stone, It felt like Christmas! The healers lineage was blown through this pi stone into my hands and I felt my hands tingle, energising, (with the memory of what they used to do?)…I felt a sensation of being surrounded by old friends, faces I seemed to recognise yet have not seen (in this lifetime anyway) faces that maybe I once wore?……with this rite I felt a responsibility to others. I experienced a tremendous gratitude to life and a humbling appreciation of my own being.

The next rite was the Kawak rite, the rite of clear sight; new filaments of light were attached to the third eye and heart chakras to the back of the head at the visual cortex.  Very scientific, I thought. With this rite we are supposed to be able to see the world of energy, and see that which is hidden, the parts of ourselves we keep hidden. I am told this will open up things that are painful, things you have kept hidden, it is up to us to turn the page and look for what is possible and not what is probable. Later on I saw how this rite works whilst in a cave!

Next is the Chumpi rite, where bands of power were woven around my luminous energy field, to protect me from heavy energies, turning them to one of the 5 elements, also linking me to them.  This one is interesting to watch especially after the Kawak rite.  My body was covered in sparkling black energy around my waist, rippling red energy around my tummy, fiery gold energy around my heart, shimmering silver energy around my neck and shoulders, and a bright white light around my head.  Magical!

The last rite of the day was the Ayni Kaypay rite, harmony rite.  Lying down on the floor I did not know what to expect, I was to receive four archetypal energies and three arch-angels! In my head I saw a great serpent slide up into my body, a jaguar padded through all the people and jumped onto my stomach! Then a hummingbird flew around my head and swooped down into my tummy, then I saw a huge two faced vulture flying high above me and circle a few times lower and lower until it flew right into my chest… next a dark sparkling seed was placed into my throat, I felt a little uncomfortable with this one, when I gave the rites to someone else each time I gave Huascar my throat closed up, once it was so bad I actually had an asthma attack! I spoke with him first, “Huascar Inca of the underworld, I do not know who you are of what you are about, but I wish for a seed of you to place in this person in front of me” with that my throat closed up, coughing and spluttering I tried to catch a breath but couldn’t, then I realised who he was, or at least a part of him… he was linked with the last sigh of our death, the first gasp of our birth, the fragility of life, and them sacred, we have a great connection now.  Into my brow Quetzalcoatl was placed, a beautiful rainbow feathered serpent silently fluttered its wings down into my forehead…then into my crown Patchakuti Inca, a golden angel ascended within a flood of golden light! Wow!

My Munay Ki rites

Why I turned up, a healer’s journey.

Why did I turn up?  Good question, I have always known I wanted to be a part of the healer’s lineage, ever since I was a kid, I wanted so much to take all the pain and suffering away from the world, I saw sadness everywhere, illness, famine, pain, it’s a lot for a kid to deal with, I always wished I had magical powers to heal, see into the future, fly….growing up I became very interested in the occult and witchcraft, to regain my powers and control! But it doesn’t quite work like that does it..

I became very ill when I was a teenager, and spent a long period of my time away from people, from school.  This was my journey into the underworld.  What was to be a certain death sentence became a great healing and a new birth.  Having surprised everyone with my recovery from deaths door, I then surprised them with the fact that I was completely healed, you see I had a strong form of bacterial meningococcal meningitis and septicaemia, most people loose limbs with this, if not their life, I lost neither, even when they were marking lines on my body as to where the amputation would be… I willed myself well, I did not accept it. 

I must go back a little, as a kid, I experienced the usual stuff, bullying, feelings of difference due to sensitivity, being gay, I was not very happy, one dark night I willed myself to die, I called death, “Come and take me away, give me some poor kids illness let them live and not me….let me go in my sleep” the next morning after a night of nightmares, I woke with a bad headache and stiff neck, 12 hours later I was being resuscitated. 
That night I called death, and she resided within me for over a decade looking after me.

As an adult I wanted ever more to “heal the world” but I needed healing myself.  I went to a shaman, who took death out of me.  It was one of the most amazing things I have ever experienced. All I felt after the healing was pure joy, I learnt how to fly!

Free from deaths grasp the next step was for the Munay Ki rites, I was told about them from the shaman, but I was reluctant because I felt the need for a big healing before, turns out I was right! It can’t be good bringing death to these beautiful rites!  Anyway, my reason for turning up? I wanted to be the most beautiful vessel I could be, for the service of mankind and the earth.

A Son's Embrace

During the cold dark wintry days we all need a bit of brightening up, this picture is not only a beautiful and uplifting image, but you can also see how sunlight is so wonderful, and why we miss him when he's not around.
Around the base of the tree you can see clearly see the light curving around it, how wonderful to have captured this moment!
I now know why I love to bask in the sun! It feels like a warm hug from a loving friend, and now I can actually SEE the sun's arms hugging this tree!  We are made of light, chlorophyll in almost all plant life is produced by sunlight, animals eat the plants, we eat the animals and plants, all the Ingredients that make a human life originate from light, in effect we are all made up from light of the sun, first born of our Mother, our star.
Take time to bask in the light and warmth of the suns hug!